Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
ELODIE
I’ve never come on to someone before. I don’t even know how to do it, and that is perfectly clear to me as I fumble in front of this man. But he doesn’t act like he’s turned off in the slightest. He also doesn’t laugh at me or act as if I’m stupid in any way. In fact, he seems really into it.
Into me.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and then he tugs my head back slightly, forcing my neck to arch before his mouth touches mine. My whimper vibrates and travels up my throat, and it eventually comes out of my mouth, but it sounds so far away when it does.
When his tongue slips inside my mouth, he swirls it, tasting mine, and I can’t hold back the goose bumps that break out over my entire body. A thrill of desire slides up my spine as he breaks the kiss by nibbling, then gently tugging on my bottom lip before he releases it.
Those light-brown eyes focus on mine, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but part of me thinks he might push me away or say that we can’t do this. My heart begins to slam against my rib cage, threatening to break right through my skin and bones and leap out onto the bed between us.
It doesn’t, but it feels like it just might.
“I can’t promise you shit, babe,” he murmurs.
Wrath’s lips travel down the front of my throat until he reaches the hollow, then he sucks, and I swear my entire body melts. If I could turn into a pile of goo on the bed right now, I would.
“I don’t want promises,” I say on an exhale.
His hands leave my hair, and he grips the outsides of my bare thighs. Hol-e-shit. Wow. His fingers aren’t just strong, they are strong. I gasp the moment they grip me. He notices, and he likes that, at least I think he does, because he smirks.
God, I want to kiss his lips right now.
Then, as if he didn’t just absolutely blow my mind with his fingers on my thighs, his hands glide up beneath the T-shirt I’m wearing, and he lets out his own groan when he realizes I’m not wearing panties.
Of course, I’m not wearing panties. Because I worked in those things all day long yesterday, and they were gross. After I took a shower, I found a clean T-shirt and collapsed into this bed, my eyes closing until I heard the door squeak open.
When his fingers slip between my legs, Wrath lets out a long groan. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I can promise you one thing, Elodie.”
“What?” I ask on a hiss as his fingers begin to slide through my folds.
Those same sexy fingers swirl around my clit before gliding through my folds again.
I don’t know what kind of magic this is, but I never want it to end.
I’m having a hard time focusing on whatever it is he’s trying to tell me, which, to be honest, is coming out in bits and pieces anyway, so maybe he’s having as difficult a time as well.
“I’m going to make you come.”
And with that, he slips two fingers inside me, pressing the palm of his hand against my clit, and he begins to make a come-hither motion to rival all come-hither motions. I don’t know how or why this is the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, but that is exactly what it is.
I’m ready to come, and he hasn’t even really done anything yet. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his leather vest thingy as he continues to move his fingers and firmly presses his palm against my clit with just the perfect amount of pressure.
My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, but as my eyelids start to flutter closed, he makes a noise before he speaks. When he does, his words come out through gritted teeth. His jaw tight and his tone tense.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he demands.
I do instantly. My eyes fly open and connect to his. He’s not smiling. In fact, his jaw is tight, and he watches me for a moment in silence. His fingers don’t stop moving. They work me in a way that has never been done to me before. It’s otherworldly; that’s the only way I can describe it.
Out of this freaking world.
I don’t know what to say. I’ve never been someone who talks during sex, though I haven’t had a whole bunch of it in my life, but I’m more of a moan-and-groan girlie. Plus, I don’t even know what I would say. I’d feel really goofy.
“Fuck,” Wrath hisses. “When you come, I want you to say my name. You’re close, yeah?” he asks, his words coming out as a soft growl.
“I’m close,” I exhale.
I can’t say it any louder than that. It’s all I can do to whisper the words, because they are indeed true.
I am close, so damn close that I don’t know what I’m going to do.
I feel like I want to claw at my skin, but instead, I grip him tighter, no doubt ruining the leather of his vest, but I can’t seem to care.
When his hands leave my body, I cry out softly.
He lets out a chuckle, but he’s not laughing at me, at least I don’t think he is.
My brain is spinning around so damn fast that I don’t know which way is up, and then it doesn’t matter, because he wraps his fingers around the backs of my thighs and flips me onto my back.
I hear his belt jingle, and then I feel the head of his cock against my center. I wrap my fingers around his biceps as he slowly sinks inside me, his eyes focused on mine and nowhere else.
My breath hitches.
He stays still, unmoving as he looks directly into my eyes, connecting to me in every way a man can connect, and I wonder how his words can be true. How can he have nothing but orgasms to offer me when he makes my head spin and my heart race this way?
When he stretches and fills me, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body without even moving?
When his fingers alone could send me into orbit?